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Friday, February 18, 2011

OMG!That is the $64,000 question I would like to ask every Mom in America and beyond!I really have no clue!Somehow things, important things, I mean the really really REALLY important things, such as paying the mortgage and the electric, feeding the baby, remembering to put on clothes before I leave the house, (sometimes it’s pj’s & slippers, but I’m still clothed!) but those things get done.But “Balance”???Are you kidding me?!I’ve lost more articles of clothing since my son was born than this family owns!Laundry is piling up and the avalanche is threatening life and limb whenever I get close to the washer.I can’t ever find all the matching bottles and nipples at the same time.(I really don’t know how that one happens.)My van is constantly on “E” no matter how many times I fill up and despite the fact that I really don’t actually drive anywhere.Go figure that one!I get no time to do anything because Monkey Toes is in his clingy-to-Mom stage and he’s been sick lately too, so that adds to the stress.

So, the house is a disaster (and of course, as I write this, he’s waking up, so I get to finish this at a later time.) and do all you Organized Moms out there really sweep/vacuum every day?!Really? (the jury’s still out with me on the whole wood floor vs. carpeting debate, but that’s another blogging subject.)And how about the dust?No matter what I do, the dust is horrendous!I’ll dust a room and ten minutes later, it seems, it’s thick enough to write in it.And don’t get me started about the pet hair everywhere!We have such the zoo here in our home; a turtle, dogs, fish, dust bunnies… yes, I put dust bunnies under the category of pets.They’re around so much, we may as well keep them as such.Soon we may even give the bigger ones names.But I digress…
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"I'll hug him and love him and squeeze him and I'll call him George."

﻿﻿ Mail.I’d like to talk about mail.How do you keep up with the mail?It comes every day and it piles up as bad as the laundry does.I need a system that works.I’ve tried so many, but nothing seems to stick.I don’t know if it’s me or the systems I’ve tried, but I’m about at my wits end with the paper parade.My shredder’s on strike and if we knew how to find time to burn the excess paper, we wouldn’t be in all this mess in the first place.

Oh, hire one of those professional organizer people, you say?Yeah, right.I’ll just pull that money outta my butt, shall I?I’ll make you a deal, you pay for it, and I’ll give one of them a call, hmmm?Nah, didn’t think so.

On that note, I’m exhausted, it’s taken me three days to write this “little” entry that was supposed to be just a short piece done and posted first thing Thursday morning.(ppphhhhttttt!You see how that turned out, don’t you?)And I’m off to bed.G’night all!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Prenuptial Agreement… Yay or Nay?I say Yay… and I say that with a grimace.I don’t condone any predisposed inklings of “what-ifs” in a relationship, such as “what if it doesn’t work out?” or “well, if it doesn’t work out, we’ll just get a divorce”No, not at all, because I don’t believe in divorce, never did and never will (except for the extreme conditions of horrible abuse or some such drastic situations such as that.But those are exceptions to the rule and not what I’m discussing here, so please, no bashing)With that said, I do believe in prenuptuals.Why? Well, I’ll tell you.My dearly beloved hubby, my angel, my true love of all time, or so I thought, didn’t believe in divorce either.Until he asked for one.Then one day, he decided he’d fallen out of love and all of a sudden, he believed in divorce and he left me.My world came crashing down around my ears and no matter what I tried, there was no saving the marriage.So, we got divorced.A prenup would have made things a bit easier.

I’m now married again and I have even more “stuff” this time around, such as a home, children, furniture, assets, etc. and so does the new hubby.So, although I just know that we will never get divorced, just to be on the safe side and for everyone’s sanity, we signed a prenuptial agreement.Did I worry about asking him?Yes.Did he balk when I asked him?Nope, not one bit.Why?Because, even though he just knows that we’ll be married forever, for everyone’s sanity, he wanted the prenup just as much as I did.He’d been through divorces before and didn’t want to have that nightmare again either.

No matter how much someone feels like they are “The One” you just never know.And sorry to say, you won’t know until the two of you are holding hands while one of you is on your death bed.At that point, you can finally say, for sure, that the two of you made it all the way without either of you giving up.

So, unless you just really don’t care about anything you worked hard for and if you couldn’t care less about keeping the house, the dog, the cat, the kids, the car, the bed, the couch, the tv, or the shirt on your back, I suggest a prenuptial agreement… but that’s just me.

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